THE SOURCE

April 12, 2011

My Friend, my Aime, the day came. The day which rises is one day without end where null Ombre cannot darken, or to even imagine, to come to disturb this day without end. At the dawn of this day, I invite you. At the dawn of this day, we are invited to find us. At the dawn of this day, we will find the same step, the same dash and the same dance. My Friend, my Aime, that your Heart is in joy because I know your Heart. Because I tested what you test, in this separation. But the paddle arrives, the paddle of the day without end, where we will be, if you want it, the same Vibration and same Gasoline. You are invited because I invited you. I invited you, by my oath, that never this Eternity would not die out, that never, in spite of the weights and the tensions, we would not be separate definitively. At the time of the paddle of this so much awaited day, per hour when your Heart tests, and tests more and more, the direction of what we are, and you and me, I say to you and I ask you: remember. Remember infinite spaces, beyond what is finished. Remember, with yourself. At the dawn of this day, never again we will have, even the illusion, to be separate.

My Friend, my Aime, which your Heart tests, I tested it because I traversed certain times of this time, when you are. I took flesh, which I created, to come to test, in your Heart, the cry of our absence, the cry of our tear. Then I know, then I know who you are. At the dawn of this day, would be in Joy. At the dawn of this day, which rises is Joie. At the dawn of this day which rises in you, the word is always registered. And, in this always, Vibrates the Love, Vibre Knowledge. You recognize me as I recognize you. How can it be different?

My Friend, my Aime, I took flesh, I shaped and I know, in my Spirit, which is your flesh. My Friend, my Aime, I accompanied you because, even in the feeling of the tear of my absence, fitted already the Song of the paddle of this day.

Words that I form, my Friend, my Aime, penetrate your form, so that you exceed this form, who am only one clothing, clothing masking your Truth. And yet, of this clothing, I made your Temple, that where was registered, as of the beginning, my oath and your promise. The promise of this day, the paddle of this day.

Be diverted of what makes badly, is diverted of what weighs down you. Turn to me. I turned to you. Feel the call. This call will be growing by approaching the paddle of the day, of always. There are, in you, all the possible ones. There is, in you, the possible one of this day. It is there, since always, my Friend, my Aime. Our Communion, our return is there, with the front of your face, the front of your Temple. You do not have anything to seize which is not already with you. Each day of your time which passes brings closer us to the paddle of this day, of this moment when you will accept that there is nothing to seek who is not already, that it is not nothing to show which was already shown, veiled, simply, by your clothing of flesh.